Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
UT,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.